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Howlin' At The Moon    (1951)

I know there's never been a man in the awful shape I'm in
I can't even spell my name, my head's in such a spin
Today I tried to eat a steak with a big old tablespoon
You got me chasing rabbits, walking on my hands and howling at the moon

Well sugar, I took one look at you and it almost drove me mad
And then I even went and lost what little sense I had
Now I can't tell the day from night, I'm crazy as a loon
You got me chasing rabbits, pulling out my hair and howling at the moon

Some friends of mine asked me to go out on a hunting spree
Cause there ain't a hound dog in this state that can hold a light to me
I eat three bones for dinner today, then tried to tree a coon
You got me chasing rabbits, scratching fleas and howling at the moon

I rode my horse to town today and a gas pump we did pass
I pulled him up and I hollered "whoa!", and said "fill him up with gas"
The man picked up a monkey wrench and wham! he changed my tune
You got me chasing rabbits, spitting out teeth and howling at the moon

I never thought in this old world a fool could fall so hard
But honey baby, when I fell the whole world must have jarred
I think I'd quit my doggish ways if you'd take me for your groom
You got me chasing rabbits, picking out rings and howling at the moon

Lyrics by Hank Williams, Sr..
Recorded by Hank Williams, Sr..

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